Custom Chibi Magnus
Dannica"Cake, cake, cake, cake, I'm baking a cake!" the little dragon chanted happily as he gathered up ingredients and began measuring them into a large mixing bowl. "The very bestest tastiest cake that I can make!"
Flour whooshed upward in a light cloud as Ramekin dumped it into the bowl, leaving a dusting of powder across his scales. Baking powder and salt were next, followed by sugar and a generously portioned pat of butter. Milk went in with a splash, peppering the floor with sticky droplets. Eggs left gooey trails across the counter top and the heavenly scent of vanilla filled the kitchen. It was a mess, but he was lost in the joys of mixing and couldn't be bothered by a silly thing like that.
Ramekin pulled out a pan and cheerfully greased it up, lovingly placing it on a large flat stone in the middle of the kitchen. The batter went in with only a few small spills and he carefully smoothed across the top. Letting out a slight whuff of air, he eyed the batter-filled pan on the stone and took one step back. He squinted at the not-quite-a-cake-yet and took a half step forward again. Small tendrils of smoke rose from his nostrils, adding a tang to the air. The little dragon took a quick breath in and spluttered it out again with a cough.
Inhaling more carefully this time, he took aim and let it out. The blast of slightly smokey overheated air enveloped the cake pan and he could smell it warming up. Another long breath and it was beginning to bake. Two more and the glorious smell of cake was rising from the pan already, making Ramekin's mouth water. It was going perfectly! Just a few more breaths and--
WHOOSH! A blast of flame shot out, scorching yet another mark on the kitchen floor and leaving a charred mess on the baking stone. Ramekin hung his head and shuffled slowly up to what remained of his cake. Sniffing it doubtfully, he stuck a claw into the middle of the charcoal cake and carefully dug out a tiny morsel of mostly unburned cake. It smelled okay, and it was lovely and golden and, yes, it tasted good too! It was his best yet. Breaking into a broad grin, he dashed back into his pantry to get more supplies as he began to chant again. "Cake, cake, cake, cake, I'm baking a cake!"
